After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

The sending team came again, where did Zhao Meng go?

Xie Bian wanted to go out to find someone, but in the dark night, the tables, chairs and benches in the room were against him, and he was bumped twice after he walked three steps, and the more anxious he was, the harder it was to move.

He didn't have Fan Wujiu's ability to get used to the dark night and see things in the dark. He was anxious and at a loss, and even his breathing was much louder than usual.

Xie Bian had to admit that he, who played his life like a routine and didn't blink when he died, actually panicked for a moment.

A nameless fire scorched his restless heart, Xie Bian felt that he was probably insane, and the feeling of this insanity was actually somewhat similar.

Being dragged by a few tables was not a solution, Xie Bian directly raised the whip of the police, and with great force, smashed all the obstacles in the room into sawdust.

The sound was so loud that it overwhelmed the movement of the spirit sending team outside the small building for a while.

Still unable to see things in the dark, Xie Bian was in a hurry, so he had to summon the magic fire that could burn everything to light the way ahead.

"I'm here, don't worry." Fan Wujiu's voice came from the darkness, Master Wuchang was hiding somewhere to transmit the voice to Xie Bian, the words were filled with endless tenderness, soothing Xie Bian's mind like coaxing a child.

Xie Bian calmed down when he heard the annoying voice that used to make fun of him.

he is.

In the snowy night in my mind, Lao Chai was burning again, and such a cave became warm again.

"I'm on the second floor."

After Xie Bian calmed down, Fan Wujiu reported his location to him.

He didn't know what he was anxious about just now, was he just worried about Zhao Meng's safety?Compared with Zhao Menglai, he seems to be more disturbed by Fan Wujiu's absence.

Xie Bian took a deep breath, adjusted his internal breath, hid all the panic and bewilderment that inadvertently appeared, adjusted his robes, and made sure that there were no clues, and then walked to the second floor.

According to this, there was still some distance between the sending team and Xie Bian walked up to the second floor, only to see Fan Wujiu standing alone in the darkness.

"Where's Zhao Meng?" Xie Bian didn't want to admit that his panic just now was because he didn't see Fan Wujiu, so he brought the topic to Zhao Meng, even though he knew that with Lao Fan around, Zhao Meng would be fine.

Fan Wujiu pointed to an open coffin beside him.

Zhao Meng is in the coffin?

Sure enough, before Xie Bian ran over, he heard a trembling "Brother" first.

"Brother... I'm here."

Well, how did Zhao Meng get into the coffin, Xie Bian didn't think much, and was about to pull Zhao Meng out, but Fan Wujiu stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Let him lie down." Fan Wujiu said.

Xie Bian tilted his head to the left.

"Brother, don't worry about me... I wanted to wake you up just now, but I was suddenly sleepy for some reason, and then I woke up and lay here. It was Master Fan who found me, and he said that it must be the devil's fault. You want me to lie here first, so as not to change... By the way, Lord Zuo is in the coffin on the other side!"

Hearing Xie Bian's voice from the left and right, they hurriedly greeted each other, and sat up half of their body, as if waking up a dead body: "Thank... thank you, don't worry, there is a soft cloth inside, so it's very comfortable to lie on."

Xie Bian gave the money-grubbing a blank look, so he wasn't worried about how comfortable they were lying down. Xie Bian had other worries and worries in his heart.

Even the money-grubbing ghost has been arrested without anyone knowing it. If Fan Wujiu is not around, how arrogant this evil master will be.

He originally thought that the coffin was the "lower room", but looking at it now, the left side is left and right, and the right side is Zhao Meng.Is it true that those who win the game during the day will be buried in a coffin at night?

Xie Bian was puzzled, if that was the case, why didn't he and Lao Fan be arrested, they were obviously No.1 and No.2 in the standings.

Fan Wujiu was also in such confusion, that's why he asked Zhao Meng to follow suit.

"Then lie down well." Xie Bian patted the coffin board, took out from his bosom a piece of chicken that Zhao Meng gave him and stuffed it in the front of the coffin, so that even if the big man in white scarf comes up to seal the coffin later , It can also give Zhao Meng a temporary breathing room.

Zhao Meng lay in the coffin, although the space was cramped, he still nodded firmly: "Brother, don't worry that I'm fine, I'll take everything!"

Xie Bianshun's verbal calculation card was still in his arms, and Zhao Meng was holding a cane in one hand, full of fighting spirit, and he was not afraid now.

The soul-calling bell finally rang at the corner of the stairs, "eat well" and "sleep well" came up, followed by False Impermanence.

Fan Wujiu didn't grab the little paper figurine's lantern this time, he went straight up and knocked down the black guy with a hand knife, snatched the heavy chain from his hand and held it in his hand.

Xie Bian understood what he meant, and without waiting for an order, the whip rolled down the white Ugly Impermanence, and when the white flag was about to fall, Fan Wujiu quickly caught it.

These two counterfeit goods ordered the paper man army to dominate, Fan Wujiu directly unloaded their fellows and snatched them over. If there is true impermanence, why do we need false impermanence?

"No." Xie Bian pushed away the white banner that Fan Wujiu handed to him.

Fan Wujiu took the things back: "It's up to you."

After finishing speaking, Lao Fan threw the chain and the white flag into the coffins on the left and right, almost smashing the money-grubbing ghost: "Next, I don't have a math test card or a stick for you to hold, so let's make do with it."

Both inside and outside the words are teasing Xie Bian.

Xie Bian exerted so much force on the coffin that his knuckles turned white.

"...Thank you, sir." It can still be heard through the coffin, the thank you from the left and right are very difficult to say.

Lao Fan didn't answer, he picked up the two exquisite soul-calling bells on the ground, and dangled them in each hand.

The bell for calling back souls rang, and twelve big men in white scarves came up to seal the coffin.

There are mahjong tiles on Zhao Meng's side to support the seams, and the chains are also put out on the left and right, so the big coffins on both sides are not sealed tightly, and only the small coffin in the middle is still tightly sealed.

People have special duties, and things have special purposes. This kind of thing has never been done before. Fan Wujiu's gesture of ringing the bell is like an allegro player.

"My lord, do you really want them to carry me away?" Before starting, the big man in white scarf struggled to ask. He really didn't want to be carried away like a funeral.

Fan Wujiu raised his eyebrows: "How about changing those four to carry you?"

Tan Chi and the others do not know where they are on standby, and when they think about how they have to lie down all the way, they feel depressed. Obviously he is the one who earns money to support everyone, how can the treatment be so different from those idlers?

"No need, my lord, keep hitting... No, keep shaking." Left and right almost said the word "Allegro", but fortunately they swallowed it quickly, otherwise today's posture, if it is delivered, it is really his inspiration up.

Fan Wujiu continued to ring the bell, and the white scarf man lifted up the three coffins together, and the mighty send-off team set off.

The deceased is fake, the coffin bearer is fake, but impermanence is real.

There is really no one in this world who is worthy of being sent by the two outside when he dies. Lying on the left and right to comfort himself, this is a supreme honor. He was sent to the coffin by the two adults of Wuwang City.

The coffin here sighed with emotion, and the coffin over there began to tremble again.

"Brother, I'm still a little scared." Zhao Meng picked up the seam of the coffin and looked out, seeing Xie Bian walking beside him in a white robe.

Xie Bian knocked on the coffin board with a whip: "Then what should we do?"

Zhao Meng hesitated and said, "I want to talk to you... Brother, can you tell me a story?"

"No." Xie Bian directly rejected Zhao Meng, he had no story to tell others.

"Oh..." Zhao Meng withdrew his hand that was stretched into the crack of the coffin, and continued to lay back holding his cane. Fortunately, the coffin was big enough, and his thin body could be considered roomy.

On the contrary, the words of the two brothers aroused Fan Wujiu's interest.

"Zhao Meng, let me tell you a story!" Fan Wujiu said while ringing the bell.

Zhao Meng hurried to the other side of the coffin: "Okay, Mr. Fan, what story do you want to tell me?"

Fan Wujiu paused for a moment, then glanced at Xie Bian: "I'll tell you a story about a kid who played truant and his whole family died."

Xie Bian didn't speak, but tightened the whip around his wrist again.

The wilderness was ethereal, and Lao Fan spoke faintly while shaking the spirit bell.

"Once upon a time, there was a child who didn't study hard and skipped classes. As a result, his whole family died..."

Fan's ghost story was mentioned again, Xie Bian frowned, not knowing what this endless story was about.

Zhao Meng obviously didn't understand either, and was chasing after the storyteller to ask questions.

"Why did his whole family die? Who did it?"

"He killed it."

"Ah? Then why did he kill people? Was he scolded for skipping class?"

"Why are there so many? If you want to kill, kill it."

"Oh... then what happened to this kid?"

Zhao Meng's question was as troublesome as he himself, and Fan Wujiu obviously couldn't handle it for a while, so he was stunned for a long time after listening to his question.

He has fooled many people with this story, and no one has ever asked what happened to the little boy.

Fan Wujiu sighed and gave a wry smile.

After a long time, when Zhao Meng reflected on whether his questions were a bit too much, Fan Wujiu finally spoke.

"Then the kid went to hell," he said.

People who are full of deviant and evil, who murder and set fire to their families, can go to hell as a whole.

Xie Bian was taken aback after hearing this, then turned to look at the nonchalant Fan Wujiu.

He only knew that Fan Wujiu had suffered in the [-]th hell, but he didn't know that the story of this truant kid was about Lao Fan himself.He thought Fan Wujiu was teasing him about his weariness of studying.

"Then where is this kid now?" Zhao Meng asked the bottom line, one question after another.

Fan Wujiu lowered his head and shook the two bells violently, overshadowing his momentary loss of consciousness: "This child..."

"The child is fine now." Xie Bian interrupted him, taking over from Lao Fan to fool Zhao Meng for him.

Fan Wujiu opened up his bloody past and showed him many times. Xie Bian was lying when he said that he didn't show emotion. How could he make Zhao Meng continue to ask.

"Okay, the story is over, you should go to bed."

Before Zhao Meng could speak, Xie Bian blocked all the questions behind him, his tone was like a parent who has no patience to deal with the children's questions before going to bed.

"Oh..." Zhao Meng shut his mouth.

No one spoke, and there was only the sound of paper figurines walking around in silence.

Xie Bian walked around the coffin, snatched a soul calling bell from Fan Wujiu, and shook it like him.

One light and one heavy, the sound of the two soul-calling bells entangled in the strange skylight.

Xie Bian wanted to avoid Zhao Meng and say something, so he stuck his finger into Lao Fan's sleeve robe - he has limited spiritual power now, and can only achieve spiritual communication through physical contact.

When his fingers touched Fan Wujiu's joints, Xie Bian heard the sound of Old Chai Dongri burning again, and gently squeezed his hand.

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